Wang Zixu knocked on the door, and within a moment, it could even be said that almost at the same moment, the door was opened.

But it was not Professor Zhong who was inside the door - Wang Zixu didn't know Professor Zhong, nor did he know his appearance, but he was sure that the person in front of him was not Professor Zhong - he had short hair, a pair of glasses on his face, and looked to be twenty years old.

More boys.

The boy couldn't wait to ask: "Are you Wang Zixu?"

"It's me."

"Come in."

Without saying a word, he pulled Wang Zixu into the house and quickly closed the door behind him.

This is the first time that Wang Zixu has entered the guest room of the Plaza Hotel. It can be said to be a "quasi-five-star hotel", and the interior furnishings are very elegant.

The aquarium facing the door is emitting a glittering light, and unknown red and yellow fish inside seem to be swimming in the air. The curtains are open, and the view outside the window is wide. You can just see the government building opposite the square.

Professor Zhong sat on a yellow pear wood chair made of exquisite materials, with a book spread out on his lap.

His skin was bronzed, his face had ridges and grooves, and his body was motionless, like a statue.

The boy turned his head to take precautions, raised a finger at him, and made a "silence" gesture: "Professor Zhong is reading now. Don't talk to him yet. Wait a moment."

Wang Zixu glanced at Professor Zhong. His eyes were on the book spread out on his lap, his expression focused and serious. It was as if he didn't even notice that there was another person in the room. This kind of concentration made him look extremely serious.

Wang Zixu admires people with strong concentration because he himself is such a person.

The boy introduced himself to him: "My name is Zhao Peilin, a graduate student at NTU. Your senior brother."

"Senior brother?"

"Hey, hello, junior brother."

"..."

Wang Zixu was a little puzzled.

His age is visibly younger than mine, not to mention that he is a graduate student at Nanjing University, and he has an undergraduate degree from Beijing Institute of Technology. In any case, he cannot be regarded as a senior.

But he didn't seem to be taking advantage casually. His tone was very confident, so confident that he was almost certain that Wang Zixu would be admitted to NTU's graduate school in the future.

The more confident he is, the more confused Wang Zixu becomes.

Ning Chunyan said on the phone before that in order to make his manuscript a specially invited manuscript of NTU, she used some unusual method. She did not say what specific method it was.

But she told Wang Zixu: When you meet Zhong Junmin, don't talk nonsense, listen more and talk less. No matter what he says, just agree in one breath. Don't be surprised no matter what.

So Wang Zixu skipped this section and introduced himself: "I am Wang Zixu, you know my name."

Zhao Peilin stretched out his hand towards him: "Hello, hello, I have also read your novel, and I admit it is a little better than mine."

"Excellent."

"My main literary position is "New Moon". If you want to write or learn poetry in the future, you can come to me to discuss it. Of course, this requires you to be admitted to Nanjing University."

Wang Zixu was in awe.

"Crescent Moon" is a first-class literary monthly in China. To be included in "Crescent Moon" shows that this person is no small matter. So he also stretched out his hand to shake his hand, and then asked: "Is Professor Zhong like this every time he studies?

"

Zhao Peilin smiled: "Yes. It happens every time. Don't get me wrong, Professor Zhong is not neglecting you, but he must ensure absolute concentration for a certain period of time every day. Once he enters this state, you'd better not disturb him."

He will bear the consequences otherwise."

Wang Zi nodded: "I know. Once the flow state enters, it will be very uncomfortable to interrupt it."

Zhao Peilin showed an expression of appreciation on his face: "You actually know about flow?"

"Well. A mental state of extremely high concentration, also known as optimal experience. It is a research result of happiness psychology."

Zhao Peilin's face showed an expression as if he saw an unexpected knowledge point appearing in the "Xinhua Dictionary": "Not bad. I agree with you."

"……Thanks."

Wang Zixu didn't really need this level of recognition, but it felt good to be recognized. He looked around and whispered:

"Wouldn't our chatting like this affect Professor Zhong? How about I go out and wait?"

"No, you underestimate Professor Zhong's flow state. After he enters this state, as long as you don't speak directly to him, nothing that happens around him can disturb him. Even if you do morning exercises next to him, he will not be affected.

.”

Wang Zixu showed admiration: "It's amazing."

"Yes, but speaking of morning exercises..."

As Zhao Peilin spoke, under the shocked gaze of Wang Zixu, he lay down on the ground and began to do push-ups.

After this man did 15 standard push-ups, he stood up and clapped his hands in front of Wang Zixu's face. His expression was relaxed, but it seemed that Wang Zixu was making a fuss:

"Professor Zhong often said that training and carving oneself should be a task every moment. If the body is not tough enough, it will not be able to withstand an overly noble spirit."

Wang Zixu came to his senses and agreed with him: "Civilization is the spirit, barbarism is the body."

"Yes, as Nanda people, we must do this. How about it? How many can you do?"

"One breath? About 55."

Zhao Peilin looked surprised: "Are you sure? I'm talking about the standard push-ups, not the quick-and-easy push-ups. Can you do 55 in one go?"

"Can."

Comrade Wang Jianguo didn't leave him any family heirlooms or ancestral family precepts. The few good habits he gave him were to keep exercising. Wang Zixu was relatively confident in his body.

Zhao Peilin said with an expression of disbelief: "Then you show me how to make it. It needs to be a standard one. The waist should not be collapsed, the arms should be tightened, the toes should be lifted, and the body should be in a straight line. I will help you count.

, it doesn’t count if it’s not standard.”

Wang Zixu glanced at the ground and made sure there were no soot, footprints, or dog poop. He hesitated for a moment and nodded: "Okay."

He lay down and did it with ease. The first 20 were very easy. Zhao Peilin counted loudly for him. It was a little more difficult to do 30. When he reached the 40th, the speed finally slowed down, but in the end he still did 55 push-ups.

Done without missing a beat.

He stood up, feeling a little exhausted and his arms felt slightly heavy. He clapped his hands and said, "How?"

"Can."

Zhao Peilin pondered for a moment and then said, "Now, I'm starting to appreciate you a little bit."

"……Thanks."

Wang Zixu doesn't need this level of appreciation, but the feeling of being appreciated is not bad.

"Do you suddenly ask everyone you meet for the first time to do push-ups? You will only accept them after they have finished?" he asked.

"That's not true. Recognition is multi-dimensional and does not have to be limited to push-ups," Zhao Peilin explained, "Relax, I don't want to make things difficult for you. The main thing is that I should be the one to show my face in this reply meeting.

.”

He said the second half of the sentence quite resentfully, and then added:

"I will definitely get a ranking. Maybe I will meet a literary girl or two, and a beautiful love will begin. But you came out halfway and rejected my manuscript, and my happiness is gone."

"Excuse me."

"It's okay. As I said before, I have read your novel, and your novel is indeed a little better than mine."

Wang Zixu knew that he had rejected someone's manuscript, but now he knew whose manuscript he had rejected. Zhao Peilin's face instantly became cute in his eyes.

Wang Zixu said: "Let's not talk about the manuscript for now. Things like love can be discussed directly even if we don't win a place in the competition."

"But the feeling is different. When a girl admires you, love becomes much easier. For example, when I was at Nantah University, I couldn't find a partner. Everyone was from Nantah University, so I didn't have a halo.

"

Although he sighed long and short, what he said showed the unique pride of Nanda people. What he said was indeed the truth. People from Nanda who came to Xihe were a dimensionality reduction attack, and they would definitely be looked down upon.

However, Wang Zixu feels that love is not as complicated as he thought. If he can't find a partner at NTU, he shouldn't put the blame on the halo issue.

At this moment, Professor Zhong finally spoke: "Don't listen to him. Just like Mrs. Xianglin, if his manuscript is selected, he may not be able to get a ranking."

The two of them quickly stood in silence. Professor Zhong beside them finally closed the book and stood up. He strode over, looked at Wang Zixu up and down for a long time, and then nodded:

"Wang Zixu?"

"Yes."

Wang Zixu felt a little uneasy under his scrutinizing gaze. Zhong Junmin asked straight to the point in a rude tone:

“Have you ever thought about why I agreed to let you, a person with no education experience at NTU, attend this article conference as a specially invited author of NTU?”

Here we come, the prince said to himself humbly.

The muscles in his arms were still aching slightly, and the 55 push-ups just now reminded him that this was also a test. Professor Zhong must have been waiting for him on this question for a long time. His answer will determine how certain issues are handled.

It is easy to get recognition from "senior brothers", but it may not be so easy to get recognition from professors.

After thinking about it for a while, Wang Zixu said: "I have thought about this issue and various reasons, but I can't convince myself."

Professor Zhong sat down in his seat: "I have thought about this problem several times in the past few days, but I still can't convince myself."

His answer made Wang Zixu's heart sink, and then Professor Zhong said:
To be continued...